He picked her up and carried her over to the mats, laying her in the middle of them. She laid back on the mats and her head fell back, her red mane sp...lling onto the mat like a large red puddle. Her full white breasts trembled, soft skin quivering with need, rosy nipples tight with excitement. The shirt was almost off her shoulders, more of a frame now than a protector. Her taut stomach trembled as she gasped for air, knowing such exposure on her virgin body was naughty, but wickedly aroused. "Mom always did enjoy going out with friends. After my dad left us all her friends had been women. I wondered about that. I guess she wasn't too interested in men after my father treated her so poorly." "Well, sweetie, I don't know for certain. Bev had a few boyfriends in college, but we really spent most of our time going out together. I did love her, you know?" "I know you did Kate. Otherwise I don't think you would have taken me in the way you did. I will always be grateful. I suppose I was. .. I don’t think my trousers can take anymore!Is that his hand on my thigh? Christ he’s pulling it towards him as well... How much does this guy want? He’s pushing; he’s pushing me into the seat! Holy crap, he practically on top of me now! A huge rugby player is planting me into the back seat of a taxi! I must be dreaming! Off go the seatbelts, and now he is, he’s on top! Crap, it feels good, his huge muscles pressing against me. Feels like he’s rock hard too, and I’ve just let some precum. Soon he just yelled "Devil Bitch" and I felt him start to spasm. I’ve never been called that before. I kind of like it. The more I dwell on it, the more I like it. His orgasm often pushed me into the same, The vaginal orgasm can't be topped. Not this time, I just smiled and started to count out loud. Every time I felt his cock jerk, I added a number. One, two, three, four….... As the numbers grew, the time between counting grew as well, I got to nine and he grew still. I wiggled a bit.